(1) It has been suggested to me that my use of colours is offensive to the eye. This usage arises from my own temptation to speed-read other people's blogs, and my lazy feeling that, when they're a bit long and involved, it would help me to have the crucial bits highlighted. Views?
(2) March 1, Fr Zed gives a quite brilliant, totally hilarious, recording of the retiring Archbishop of Malines speaking Latin with the various European accents, as he experienced them when he was taught in Latin as a seminarian. Includes mimicry of Bernard Lonergan. LATINISTS SHOULD NOT MISS the bit at the end, a parody of the old Cautelae in the Missal ... if a mus runs off with a host, the sacerdos must chase and catch and trucidare occidere necare strangulare the murem and eum urere et cineres in sacrarium mittere. Si autem a Host falls down the front of a woman's clothing, the priest must chase and catch her, but he must on no account trucidare occidere necare strangulare her ....... Quite right that the Holy Father accepted the Archbishop's resignation with such commendable promptness when he reached the age limit. Humour is dead contrary to the Spirit of Vatican II. As any fule kno. Our Holy Father, quite rightly, does not encourage us to dissipate our energies in frivolity. Heaven forbid that this ultra-loyal blog should ever let him down.
(3) I think I heard yesterday some woman called Libby Purves, on the Home Service, utter the phrase "the clammy hand of Irish Catholicism was on her shoulder".
"The clammy hand of Pakistani Islam was on her shoulder".
"The clammy hand of Tibetan Buddhism was on his shoulder".
"The clammy hand of Hampstead Agnosticism was on her shoulder".
"The clammy hand of Grauniad Liberalism was on his shoulder".
"The clammy hand of pacifist Quakerism was on her shoulder."
"The clammy hand of Media Homosexualism was on his shoulder".
"The clammy hand of the Russian ghettoes was on her shoulder".
"The clammy hand of a dim BBC chat-show hostess who had come to hate the Catholicism in which she was brought up was on his shoulder".
I wonder how many of these delightfully flippant formulae would be considered acceptable as obiter dicta on the modern Beeb. Or is there now just one single 'identity' which all Sensible People can join in slagging off to their hearts' content?
If so, then, in the modern fashion, I proclaim Je suis Irish Catholic.